Another part of the forest near Curt. Curt
"What delight do you take now?"
Hava's voice was breaking into a sequence of want. He needed to know what the wierd man had in stock. The man had just been nothing but annoying all along. Whenever twas the time to identify the point, he would shoot up something else. Like another challenge or something close to it. Hava was done with those. He needed an act, and he had his rage. About to untuck it and allow himself to be wrapped up in the tale of passion and zeal. The zeal to get what he wanted.
"Does it make any difference to you?"
The man was seated on one of the branches of the tree opposite the cave. Hava was seated beside him. The man still stunk but Hava was bent on getting what he wanted.
"Quite easy for you to feign not to know what you are grounded in."